On a
Desert Island

An
ambitious yuppie finally decided to take a vacation. He booked himself
on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life...
until the boat sank!

The man found himself swept up on the shore of an
island with no other people, no supplies... Nothing. Only bananas and
coconuts.

Four months pass and he is
lying
on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows
up to him. In disbelief he asks her: "Where did you come from? How did
you get here?"

"I rowed from the other side of the
island," she says. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank."

"Amazing," he says. "You were really
lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you."

"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I
made the rowboat out of raw material that I found on the island; the
oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm
branches and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."

"But-but, that's impossible,"
stutters the man. "You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?"

"Oh, that was no problem," replies
the woman. "On the south side of the island, there is a very unusual
strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found that if I fired it to a
certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron.
I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware.

The guy is stunned.

"Let's row over to my place, " she
says.

After a few minutes of rowing, she
docks the boat at a small wharf. As the man looks onto shore, he nearly
falls out of the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an
exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman ties up
the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man can only stare
ahead, dumb-struck.

As they walk into the house she says
casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down please. Would
you like to have a drink?"

"No thank you," he says, still dazed.
"Can't take any more coconut juice."

"It's not coconut juice," the woman
replies. "I have a still. How about a Piņa Colada?"

Trying to hide his continued
amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk.

After they have exchanged their
stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more
comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a
razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom."

No longer questioning anything, the
man goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from
a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened
onto its end, inside of a swivel mechanism.

"This woman is amazing," he muses.
"What next?"

When he returns, she greets him
wearing nothing but vines and a shell necklace – strategically
positioned – and smelling faintly of gardenias.

She beckons for him to sit down next
to her.

"Tell me," she begins suggestively,
slithering closer to him, "we've been out here for a very long time.
You've been lonely. I've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you
really feel like doing right about now, something you've been longing
for all these months? You know.. " She stares into his eyes.